My earliest memory of holding a camera is from the day of this photo. My dad took it. He wasn’t an avid photographer, but had a couple of SLRs and thought photography would be a good activity for the afternoon. Before we left for a walk, I remember him explaining the basics of how shutter speed and aperture worked together to control exposure. I took it in, mostly, but my attention was more on the tactile qualities of the camera itself. I remember how heavy it felt in my hands, and I loved the feel of the controls. Adjusting the aperture was especially satisfying, with its smooth rotation and satisfying clicks. I was definitely more intrigued by the device itself, than what it offered creatively. I’d be curious to see what I shot, but I don’t think any negatives or prints are still lying around anywhere.
